"The Hunger Games" Vocabulary from Chapter 4

For a few moments, Peeta and I take in the scene of our mentor trying to rise out of the slippery vile stuff from his stomach.

For a few moments, Peeta and I take in the scene of our mentor trying to rise out of the slippery vile stuff from his stomach.

Since we can't exactly set him down on the embroidered bedspread, we haul him into the bathtub and turn the shower on him.

I can't help feeling a little grateful since the last thing I want to do is strip down Haymitch, wash the vomit out of his chest hair, and tuck him into bed.

So I'm pondering the reason why he insists on taking care of Haymitch and all of a sudden I think, It's because he's being kind.

That night, we gorged ourselves on dandelion salad and the rest of the bakery bread.

She roused herself, skinned the carcass, and made a stew with the meat and some more greens Prim had gathered.

She roused herself, skinned the carcass, and made a stew with the meat and some more greens Prim had gathered.

Many are edible, but one false mouthful and you're dead.

And some small gnarled place inside me hated her for her weakness, for her neglect, for the months she had put us through.

Or has she already started to slip away, leaving the weight of the world on my sister's fragile shoulders?

Like a long dream that deteriorated into a nightmare.

So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

I slept in the elaborate braided hair my mother did for the reaping and it doesn't look too bad, so I just leave it up.

Haymitch, his face puffy and red from the previous day's indulgences, is chuckling.

Haymitch, his face puffy and red from the previous day's indulgences, is chuckling.

A tureen of fruit sits in ice to keep it chilled.

Even though the rest of the meal beckons, I ignore it until I've drained my cup.

When my stomach feels like it's about to split open, I lean back and take in my breakfast companions.

He'll be incoherent by the time we reach the Capitol.

I realize I detest Haymitch.

I brace myself to deflect his hit, but it doesn't come.

We obey and he circles us, prodding us like animals at times, checking our muscles, examining our faces.

The mountains form a natural barrier between the Capitol and the eastern districts.

The cameras haven't lied about its grandeur.

If anything, they have not quite captured the magnificence of the glistening buildings in a rainbow of hues that tower into the air, the shiny cars that roll down the wide paved streets, the oddly dressed people with bizarre hair and painted faces who have never missed a meal.

If anything, they have not quite captured the magnificence of the glistening buildings in a rainbow of hues that tower into the air, the shiny cars that roll down the wide paved streets, the oddly dressed people with bizarre hair and painted faces who have never missed a meal.

But Peeta holds his ground, actually waving and smiling at the gawking crowd.